i keep expecting
creativity
and inspiration
and catharsis
and exhalation
and something big
out of this tragedy

but i seem to just be
sad

so many days
and yet, things are still the same
so much/
so whirlwind/
and yet, things are still the same
we’ll continue on with our daily tasks —
the chores that need to be done/
the bagels we eat every morning/
the minutes will continue to tick past/
and we’ll get back into patterns and routines and the mundane/

but things will never be the same

it’s ok
if you have nothing to say
it’s ok
if you’re still processing
emotions/
cataclysms in your heart-mind
it’s ok
if you can’t quite cry yet

you will

you will

even
unable
to open her eyes
or speak specific words

she still twitched her mouth and hand
to let me know
she knew
i was there

and that is so much
comfort